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─ ✯ Let’s set the ambiance; exterior, the White Wyrm.  It’s a cold, frigid night; the sound of footfalls upon the cobblestones, pebbles flick along the ground, through the air, as footsteps pirouette along the ground.  The scuffle, between two scorned lover’s. The ¬

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